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Mark Dillon (22/12/60 / Ireland)
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Would It Really Matter
Would it really matter if we didn't get up today.
Didn't go to work and just stayed home to play.
If we just stood idly by and left the work undone
Cast away the chores and just went and had some fun.
Whoever set the precedence of working through the day
To come home jaded tired, exhausted from the fray.
Must have had a sad existence tied to the work ideal
just like running endless circles on the hamsters wheel.
All work and no play, the bills, they cripple and sometimes slay.
Those who don't take time to stop and say
'What about me, this is wrong'
Then go and have some wine and song.
To break the chains of work and toil
does the soul good every once in a while.
Would it really matter if we took a little time out,
to let our hair down and laugh, scream and shout.
Release all those frustrations and keep the beast in check.
'cause if we don't let off some steam,
we'll wind up a quivering wreck.
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We're the worker bees, the drones and the 'queens' are the monied who don't have to work, however we hold power because without us the 'queens' would come unstuck, not just because they'd have no money, but because they'd have no food, no electricity or gas, no medical staff, no post, no cars, as we all know that these have to be made or brought in somehow, provided by the people for the people. Let's take our hats off to the little people, the worker bees!
You let off steam Mark, don`t finish up a wreck, loved your poem.
Wonderful. Yes. Your poems will really matter. Some more without slaying. Kudos!
A fine poem that deserves all the good reviews. It might have been better to stick to a four line verse form in the
third and fourth verses, but that`s just my personal opinion, and the most important is that you transported
your message with poetic skill, good write.
Again hears the voice of genius ancestors. Nothing would be matter if we go back to our life based on nature. And the contrast of life reveals well by words. If anyone get opportunity to live without his mechanical dailiness, the poet would have ti write the reverse. Actually human soul can not bear monotony at a stretch. Nice....Pranab k c
I worked to live
Never lived to work
I agree with what you say but no work all together leads to an even more boring monotonous life with no reason to get up in the morning...which then escalates.....but yes in so many ways we are all like hamsters on a wheel; whichever way we exist.
Good write, nice structure and message.
-SG
Witty and oh so true. All the work isn't worth it if you don't have fun along the way! Enjoy this poem and good words to live by too.
'cause if we don't let off some steam,
we'll wind up a quivering wreck.
Workaholic is the new term, implanted in the brains of people to wake up early morning to look for money to pay for the mortgages. We are dressed up, given spacious comfortable office and we are made the living machines, for the bosses to enjoy..
It would be tempting, but then I'd want to take every day off. Enjoyable poem.